Amelia wasn’t a high-level adventurer—barely level 5—but when it came to intuition and perception, very few could match her.After all, she had once been a level 19 veteran. Reborn, she had lost her levels, but her experience, instincts, and understanding hadn’t vanished. If it weren’t for the upcoming celebration for the return of the level 100 peak experts, her level probably wouldn’t still be so low.Among professionals, there was an unspoken rule: high-level adventurers rarely bothered with low-level ones.Faust had proven that lesson over centuries, again and again, in blood. Helping weaker adventurers might speed their leveling, sure—but without facing danger firsthand, they’d never gain real insight.And those who tried? They all died. None ever made it out of the Bloody Corridor alive.But Amelia had no such barriers. She had been level 19 before. She already knew what to do.So nothing stood in her way.What stunned her now were the crimson gloves lying before her.Two gloves

When the truth comes out, the hidden dagger always shows. That’s how it felt when Doya finally dropped his mask. But before Kaelen could even open his mouth, Brennar cut in with a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.“Kaelen just got a purple treasure chest, and now you’re saying you lost one?” Brennar said, his tone dripping with mockery. “Come on, Doya, your skin’s thicker than a fortress wall. By that logic, I could tell you my brother lost a purple one-handed sword called Frost Chill, too.”“That’s right,” Amelia added sharply, clearly irritated. “Kaelen just found that chest, and you suddenly claim yours went missing? What a coincidence. Trying to take advantage of him, are you?”She could already picture what would’ve happened if she and Brennar hadn’t shown up. With Doya’s influence, he could’ve easily pressured Kaelen into handing the chest over for practically nothing.Amelia didn’t care if Doya bullied someone else—but if he tried that with Kaelen, he’d regret it.“You—!”

Night draped over Faust like a velvet blanket, soft shadows slipping between buildings, shrouding the city in quiet mystery.Kaelen’s gaze settled on the heart of the city, where divine light radiated like a beacon, washing the streets in golden brilliance.In his hand, a small, dark orb rolled back and forth—mud-colored, unremarkable at first glance.The Reincarnation Pill. One swallow, and his level would reset to zero. That was the catch. The only upside? A chance to awaken a hidden talent.This was the price Brennar had paid for his gear.Now, Kaelen was richer than ever. With the pill and a light-blue item in exchange, Brennar had given him the crimson gloves.His inventory now boasted four blue-tier items—one deep-blue, three light-blue—and a single green-tier piece, ironically the smallest of his collection.Even adventurers over level ten would covet such a stash, and it rivaled gear held by some veteran members of prominent adventurer guilds.Kaelen lingered for a moment, tak

Time slipped by like water through open fingers. Before anyone even noticed, the big day had finally arrived—the grand celebration of Faust. The city was alive. Flags rippled in the wind, laughter spilled through the streets, and golden light from the lanterns made everything shimmer like something out of a dream. For adventurers, this wasn’t just some festival—it was a shot at glory. A chance to win rare treasures, earn fame, maybe even carve their names into the history of Faust. For everyone else, it was pure joy. A day to cheer, to watch heroes fight it out, to feel like they were part of something bigger. Outside the cathedral, four figures stood quietly together. Among them was Kaelen, absentmindedly rolling a small black orb between his fingers. The Reincarnation Pill. It had become a habit lately—whenever his mind drifted, his fingers would find that pill. It wasn’t for him, though. It was for Shia. The pill could awaken hidden potential in those born without talent, but

Damp. Dark. Silent.That was the first thing Kaelen noticed.The Maze Illusion gave off a bad vibe right from the start. Mud squished under his boots, cold water soaking through the seams. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear the slow, steady drip of water echoing off unseen walls. The sound was distant, but eerie enough to set his nerves on edge.The moment he could move, he didn’t hesitate. Kaelen launched forward like a shot—fast, fluid, instinctive. His reflexes kicked in before thought did. By the time the others even blinked, he was already gone, swallowed by the maze’s towering stone walls.It took a few seconds for the rest to react. Then came the shouting—boots slapping against mud as they bolted after him.The maze’s entrance looked like the mouth of some giant beast, stone teeth framing the darkness within. It didn’t welcome them in—it dared them to enter.“Look! That’s Kaelen! Quick—after him!”Two adventurers caught a glimpse of his shadow through the mist. Without th